Lyrics:
I'll hit next like [name]
Or Strawberry, hittin a off-speed pitch
Your girl, she's a schemer, so I say (what up, bitch?)
And you don't even run up,
off speed pitch
Splitter scripts sinks your battleship
I shake spears out of his instrumentals
Then direct them towards your mental
How its simple in my
speed pitch I never changed up
My nigga buck in the Kutt with his thing tucked.
Cuz he licensed niggas got smarter
Ran Inna Emory he chilling with
Giannas signs of allure
Manifested with plural methods, connected cross seas we down south and we euro Stepping, pitch at off speed
My business partners
on the mound and he comin' wit that off-speed junk
Its the West side Hustlers, vs these LA Pigs
You can say the damned vs the nigs
My little homies in
and he comin wit dat off-speed junk
Its the Westside Hustlaz, vs these LA Pigs
You can say the damned vs the nigs
My little homies in the dugout
They
Sometimes off speed
My lil homie say am good for nothin'
Why not pray for me
Sometimes all i need is peace
I go balling on the pitch
Sometimes on the beach
Deep inhale like I get off speed
So many whips, need SRT
And new bentley
With a butt like that, can't fit in my seat
I make tracks
Then I keep em lowkey
off
And quick to speed off on the jake
Quick to back, any nigga gettin' money, come up off of the safe
Fuck the city, I'm extortin' the state
I'm
peoples (yeah)
Jumpin' out when we ten deep
Beat you down and speed off in a Benz Jeep
Brothers be like, "Eminem changed his style up"
Shut up the hell
on the floor
Bad stuck bad crank
She Pushes on the mid
Taking off my pants
Taking off my phone
Taking off the speed
Taking off the phone
Go go go
Bashar Anidle
on the floor
Bad stuck bad crank
She Pushes on the mid
Taking off my pants
Taking off my phone
Taking off the speed
Taking off the phone
Go go go
Bashar Anidle
I'ma roll this spliff
My eyes get low as the pitch
Low as this is get when that drop really hit
Speed off in a minute in my car, rims spinning
Better
chasing nonexistent bags but he ain't gone
Spent a lot of paper on the jag how I speed off in it
Smell proof Louis V jeans, I put weed up in it
Rushing me
You styling them b****es
Cause you know they serious
Just picturing, it's so easy to draw
Stop and freeze at them whores
Then we speed off in cars
meemas
Up and down like them seesaws
Even them cowboys react to my bars with them yeehaws
An I speed off
Leave em leaking lead em to god
Throwing metal
But it's just clear skies
How you look down on me
But scrunching up ur eyes
You don't want my guys
To come cook you
Like some fries
Then speed off
Spliff between mi finger it tall like tower
Jump inna black beast speed off
Phone pon airplane mood no call
Me inna Alien mood antisocial
My syde UFOG it
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